For me, a long drive with the windows down and the music up is always endlessly healing. The urban equivalent of that is to put my earphones in and take a long wander through the city and watch the neighborhoods change around me as I work out whatever thoughts and emotions are plaguing me.

My own personal miscarriage coping playlist on Spotify is called "Songs for a Post Apocalyptic World" --and boy have I given that sucker some wear over the last few months.

There are two phases of my playlist : Phase One for when I need to just marinate in & feel my feelings (ok fine, some may call that indulging in a bit of a wallow) and Phase Two for when I need to stomp the pavement like a dang warrior...and it's a constant tug of war between the two isn't it?

﻿﻿﻿A few favs from Phase 1 of my personal playlist include: ﻿Unf*cktheworld : Angel Olsen (has been on solid repeat for me. WARNING: May cause full on crying in subway stations and drug stores across the city)Truth : Alexander I'm In Here : SiaRide : Lana Del Ray (special nod to the lyric "I'm tired of feeling like i'm f*@king crazy")Keep Breathing : Ingrid Michaelson (I think i'm just a sucker for cello accompaniment...that'd be my beautiful little sister the cellist's doing)Blood : The Middle East (again, with the possible public weeping)﻿﻿